The lie of “just one more hour”


Hi, Reader!

It’s 9:30 on a Friday night. The house is finally quiet, the kids are asleep, and you should probably be sitting on the couch with your wife. Instead, you’re standing at the kitchen counter with your laptop open.

You tell yourself the same thing I used to tell myself: If I just push through and clear this out tonight, Monday is going to be so much easier.

You just need one more hour to get caught up.

But you and I both know the truth. You’re never caught up. The finish line is a mirage. The moment you clear one project or empty the inbox, three more things drop in to take their place. And while you’re standing there in the dark, grinding away to try and buy yourself some peace for next week, you’re burning the exact energy you were supposed to be saving for your family.

I used to do this every single weekend. I thought I was being a responsible provider. I thought my job was to work until the work was done.

The problem is that the work is never done. And the cost of trying to finish it was waking up on a Saturday morning completely drained. I was physically sitting in the living room, but my brain was still stuck at the office. I was too exhausted to actually engage with my kids.

The hardest lesson I had to learn wasn’t how to manage my time better or how to work harder. It was learning how to simply stop.

One Gear: The 24-Hour Sabbath

When everything feels like it’s on fire and your instinct is screaming at you to push through and do more, that is the exact moment you need to walk away.

True rest isn’t finding the bottom of your inbox. It’s a complete, 24-hour shutdown.

It means closing the laptop and leaving it closed. It means no screens, no checking email on your phone, and no “just looking at Slack real quick.” It means taking a nap, reading a physical book, and actually hearing what your wife is saying when she talks to you.

Letting the emails pile up and letting the projects sit goes against everything we’ve been taught about being productive.

But a strange thing happens when you refuse to look at a screen for a full day. The noise finally stops. The quiet comes back into your house. You realize that the world didn’t fall apart just because you didn’t reply to a message on a Saturday afternoon.

One Move

If you are exhausted right now, don’t try to outwork the exhaustion.

This weekend, pick a 24-hour window. Friday at 5:00 PM to Saturday at 5:00 PM is a great place to start.

Turn the phone completely off and physically put the laptop in a drawer. Don’t look at a screen until the window is over.

Shut it down. Go be home.


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The Systems Dad,

Christopher Lynn

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